Warehouse 86 Echoplasm
Help me
See so I can find
I'm trapped inside these
Walls made of
Glass that are stained
This pain won't go away
Pick me up to tear me down again
Push me out then offer me your hand
This glass made of sand it tells the story
It's coming 'round again, It's coming 'round again
Spin me
Around to see the light
The sun won't shine here
Anymore; See why
I'm so dark inside
I've read between the lines
Pick me up to tear me down again
Push me out then offer me your hand
This glass made of sand it tells the story
It's coming 'round again, It's coming 'round again
